This is a song about "Ground"

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

But the ground starts to crumble

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

The ground beneath me opens,

They can’t even come around

Burn this place to the ground

Turned my world in to a play ground

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

I drive that all around

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

I'mma catch you next time around

// [you ran me into the ground]

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

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground