This is a song about "Ground"

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

They just go around

But the ground starts to crumble

I'm modest, and humble

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

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

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

He just throws it around

// [you ran me into the ground]

Tires screech on that road ground

To come and change my life around

Now that's six cops found on that ground

I'mma catch you next time around

Cause everytime yall come around

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.