This is a song about "Ground"

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

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

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

They just go around

Burn this place to the ground

I drive that all around

Tires screech on that road ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I'll bring you down to the ground

Cause everytime you come around

But then you be down on the ground

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

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

Reason i stuck with the sound