This is a song about "Ground"

I'm over thing laying on the ground

I just might throw a big amount

I'll bring you down to the ground

Then get out your seat and jump around

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

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

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

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

// [you ran me into the ground]

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Cause everytime you come around

But then you be down on the ground

But it fits better in the ground.

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

Everytime you come around

Theres blood all over the ground