This is a song about "Beat yard"

You shook my world and it felt apart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Blasting out some backyard

Go hard or out my yard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

So i figured i could trust you to stay in the yard

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Can't beat the beat generation

Rape a bitch, rampart, im dorner outside the la court yard

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

All gotta do is stay in a front yard

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

In my jordans so i guess im space jammin out your back yard

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

My connections widespread, got men scotland yard