This is a song about "Backyard tokin"

Body with no regrets in the backyard next to my pets,im never dissin these

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Backyard for the tadpoles, shutters for hating assholes,

And by the way i'mma start

Like a small garage in your backyard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

To slaughter a house, cappin peels, starting from the backyard

Now you speaking my language

You just tokin so much

Bitch i'm on it, flow demonic, don't you know i'm tokin chronic

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit