This is a song about "Boat yard"

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

I know my calling's worth like phone card

// [you can fence in your yard]

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Go hard or out my yard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

I'm quick to dismiss the pursuant 'n' glue him to a boat

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

All gotta do is stay in a front yard