This is a song about "Ground"

But it fits better in the ground.

My niggas clownbring a pound

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

I've been beaten to the ground

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

All my other people that dance around

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

The ground beneath me opens,

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

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

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count