This is a song about "Ground"

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Theres blood all over the ground

I'm over thing laying on the ground

No reason to be around

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

Cause everytime you come around

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Blew money like six crips

The ground beneath me opens,

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.