This is a song about "Ground"

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

No reason to be around

Come wit me you'll smoke around

// [you ran me into the ground]

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

See my ass is always on the ground

All my other people that dance around

I drive that all around

Go on girl , hit the ground

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

But then you be down on the ground

Shout out them strippers who hustle

But the ground starts to crumble