This is a song about "Ground"

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Tires screech on that road ground

No reason to be around

They can’t even come around

See my ass is always on the ground

I just might throw a big amount

Burn this place to the ground

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

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Reason i stuck with the sound

Are your still on the ground

I got rich from a little struggle

But the ground starts to crumble

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Theres blood all over the ground