This is a song about "Money on the ground"

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Making a movie, spike work

See him on the ground blood splattered

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

C'mon baby get on the floor, feel the ground beneath you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

But then you be down on the ground

All my other people that dance around