This is a song about "Ground"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

But it fits better in the ground.

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

Reason i stuck with the sound

Are your still on the ground

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Cause everytime you come around

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

Everytime you come around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

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

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