This is a song about "Ground"

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Go on girl , hit the ground

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Tires screech on that road ground

I just might throw a big amount

I drive that all around

Burn this place to the ground

Weed up, better make a sound

I'm over thing laying on the ground

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

No reason to be around

Theres blood all over the ground

But i apologize for not walking you around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground