This is a song about "Ground"

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Reason i stuck with the sound

// [you ran me into the ground]

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

I'm manning up, i'ma hold my ground

My niggas clownbring a pound

Just like an animal

But the ground starts to crumble

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

No reason to be around