This is a song about "Ground"

Tires screech on that road ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Are your still on the ground

They can’t even come around

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

I'm over thing laying on the ground

Burn this place to the ground

To come and change my life around

See my ass is always on the ground

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

But the ground starts to crumble

The world is so typical