This is a song about "Mound"

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

You gonna find yourself in a burial mound,

Outta my hiding ground, time to listen to the sound, time to climb up this mound,

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground