This is a song about "Ground"

After he just got out, 15 years to count

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

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

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

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

My niggas clownbring a pound

Turned my world in to a play ground

I'm over thing laying on the ground

Cause everytime you come around

Tires screech on that road ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

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

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.

No reason to be around