This is a song about "Money on that ground"

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Expect to understand that you can reach a common ground

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

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

Grabbed that bitch by her hair, drug her across the ground

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

See my ass is always on the ground

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

But then you be down on the ground

He just throws it around

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

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