This is a song about "Money on the ground"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My knees on the ground, dear father

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

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

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

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I'm over thing laying on the ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

And every time i rap on this school ground i'm the principal

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Fallin on the ground thats where u belong ur nothin special