This is a song about "Ground"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I drive that all around

Theres blood all over the ground

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Turned my world in to a play ground

My niggas clownbring a pound

But it fits better in the ground.

They can’t even come around

// [you ran me into the ground]

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

Go on girl , hit the ground

I'm over thing laying on the ground

Weed up, better make a sound

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Tires screech on that road ground