This is a song about "Bone yard"

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

// [you can fence in your yard]

They don't hear my bark

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like a small garage in your backyard

They don't hear the bark

You want to step on my yard,

Blasting out some backyard

Every kid in the school yard

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

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part