This is a song about "Front yard"

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Aint loyal cuz the way they front

Enforce, i'm elegant and

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

And by the way i'mma start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Know give me a head start

// [you can fence in your yard]

Snitches here don't got no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Go hard or out my yard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start