This is a song about "Fence"

// [you can fence in your yard]

Blasting out some backyard

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Got caught on a fence, went to jail, but stay truck fit

Worried and scared, knowing i'm going to see the cemeterymust be prepared in this cold world, no one cares

I didn't know what i was up against, they put the gun in my hand and the next day i was up the fence

Bitch you’re jumping over the wrong fence,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Those up on the fence are all incompetent,

Rap is a prejudicial fence i'm splitting

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing