This is a song about "Ground"

I'll bring you down to the ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Weed up, better make a sound

Are your still on the ground

Turned my world in to a play ground

No reason to be around

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

I just might throw a big amount

See my ass is always on the ground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

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

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

Tires screech on that road ground

They just go around