This is a song about "Ground"

Now that's six cops found on that ground

They can’t even come around

Everytime you come around

// [you ran me into the ground]

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Cause everytime you come around

Tires screech on that road ground

No reason to be around

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

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

I've been beaten to the ground

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

I'm on the block as usual

But the ground starts to crumble