This is a song about "Ground"

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

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I'm over thing laying on the ground

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

It'll be two hits, i hit you, you hit the ground,

Weed up, better make a sound

But it fits better in the ground.

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

But then you be down on the ground

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

I got rich from a little struggle

But the ground starts to crumble

Theres blood all over the ground

Then get out your seat and jump around