This is a song about "Ground"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

// [you ran me into the ground]

Everytime you come around

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

Cause everytime yall come around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

They just go around

Turned my world in to a play ground

No reason to be around

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

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

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

As i light one for ill will

But the ground starts to crumble