This is a song about "Pants on the ground"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Down to the floor on the ground with the blood pourin'

All my other people that dance around

I'm over thing laying on the ground

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

I drive that all around

Are your still on the ground

Miami nights, it was all a dream

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Dew forming on the ground as the day is transforming,