This is a song about "Ground"

// [you ran me into the ground]

I drive that all around

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Go on girl , hit the ground

Everytime you come around

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

But it fits better in the ground.

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Come wit me you'll smoke around

But then you be down on the ground

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

I'mma catch you next time around

Are your still on the ground