This is a song about "Ground"

Tires screech on that road ground

No reason to be around

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

It'll be two hits, i hit you, you hit the ground,

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

All my other people that dance around

Theres blood all over the ground

// [you ran me into the ground]

I drive that all around

Then get out your seat and jump around

But it fits better in the ground.