This is a song about "Ground"

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Theres blood all over the ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Reason i stuck with the sound

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

But the ground starts to crumble

Lady at the frank stand will

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.