This is a song about "Ground"

But the ground starts to crumble

Yeah come holla at your uncle

See my ass is always on the ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Then get out your seat and jump around

I've been beaten to the ground

He just throws it around

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

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

Tires screech on that road ground

Weed up, better make a sound

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round