This is a song about "Low on the ground"

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

No reason to be around

I'm over thing laying on the ground

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

But yo, keep that on the low though

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

If you ain't with it then you better stay on the low

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Dragging on the ground, thirsty for elixir

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

So before i dropped to the ground and fell on knees

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease