This is a song about "In the grouund"

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

When i get my hands on nines

He's in the books he's in the cites

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

A criminal grind nigga

In the foreground while i'm in the

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

That the villains are pulling in