This is a song about "Money on that ground"

See him on the ground blood splattered

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

But then you be down on the ground

He just throws it around

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

My knees on the ground, dear father

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

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

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Are your still on the ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground