This is a song about "Low on the ground"

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Go on girl , hit the ground

Cause everytime yall come around

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Theres gasoline on the ground, and israel is where the lighter sets

Are your still on the ground

Weed up, better make a sound

You body on the ground engraved, plaque

The jager in my cup is licorice black

So before i dropped to the ground and fell on knees

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories