This is a song about "Ground"

No one notice your struggle

But the ground starts to crumble

It'll be two hits, i hit you, you hit the ground,

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

I'll bring you down to the ground

// [you ran me into the ground]

Cause everytime you come around

Burn this place to the ground

To come and change my life around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

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

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

But it fits better in the ground.