This is a song about "Ground"

I'mma catch you next time around

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

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

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

My niggas clownbring a pound

Are your still on the ground

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

I've been beaten to the ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around