This is a song about "Ground"

I'll bring you down to the ground

They just go around

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

But the ground starts to crumble

As i light one for ill will

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

The ground beneath me opens,

Then get out your seat and jump around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground