This is a song about "Ground"

Blew money like six crips

The ground beneath me opens,

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Tires screech on that road ground

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

I'mma catch you next time around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

But the ground starts to crumble

Lady at the frank stand will

But it fits better in the ground.

Cause everytime you come around

Now that's six cops found on that ground

I drive that all around

No reason to be around

Go on girl , hit the ground