This is a song about "Money on ground"

And i'm already on shaky ground that's breaking down

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Fucker, call it noun, trap for the town, grind with both feet on the ground,

I'mma catch you next time around

Are your still on the ground

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Dew forming on the ground as the day is transforming,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Fallin on the ground thats where u belong ur nothin special

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You body on the ground engraved, plaque