This is a song about "Ground"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Everytime you come around

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

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

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

No reason to be around

Burn this place to the ground

But then you be down on the ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

But the ground starts to crumble

Weed up, better make a sound

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.