This is a song about "Ground"

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

No reason to be around

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

// [you ran me into the ground]

Tires screech on that road ground

They can’t even come around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Theres blood all over the ground

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

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

I just might throw a big amount

// [you ran me into the ground]

Cause everytime yall come around

But it fits better in the ground.