This is a song about "Ground"

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I drive that all around

Tires screech on that road ground

Weed up, better make a sound

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

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

See my ass is always on the ground

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

I'll bring you down to the ground

No reason to be around

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Are your still on the ground

Everytime you come around