This is a song about "Ground"

Burn this place to the ground

I just might throw a big amount

They can’t even come around

But it fits better in the ground.

See my ass is always on the ground

Everytime you come around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Reason i stuck with the sound

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

But then you be down on the ground

Cause everytime yall come around

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground