This is a song about "Ground"

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

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

I got rich from a little struggle

But the ground starts to crumble

But it fits better in the ground.

Come wit me you'll smoke around

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

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

Cause everytime you come around

See my ass is always on the ground

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Tires screech on that road ground

I'll bring you down to the ground

No reason to be around