This is a song about "Ground"

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

I drive that all around

Theres blood all over the ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Cause everytime you come around

// [you ran me into the ground]

Weed up, better make a sound

Leave you bodied so you part the ground,

The world is so typical

But the ground starts to crumble

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Burn this place to the ground

Everytime you come around

Tires screech on that road ground

Come wit me you'll smoke around