This is a song about "Ground"

Cause everytime you come around

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Cause everytime yall come around

// [you ran me into the ground]

See my ass is always on the ground

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Everytime you come around

But then you be down on the ground

Weed up, better make a sound

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

I'm over thing laying on the ground