This is a song about "Ground"

But it fits better in the ground.

My niggas clownbring a pound

Are your still on the ground

Weed up, better make a sound

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

They can’t even come around

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.

Everytime you come around

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

I'm over thing laying on the ground

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

I'mma catch you next time around

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

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round