This is a song about "Clearing out the yard"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through.

Clearing the cobwebs in your brain what i spit is so insane

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Just hide them in your yard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Now i stand in this mirror, partially redeemed, reflection clearing up..

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You want to step on my yard,

No gimmick: real time, real heart

No wonder why when times get hard

All gotta do is stay in a front yard