This is a song about "Grave yard"

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Just hide them in your yard

Is written in our souls, africa

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

You shook my world and it felt apart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

So rest your weary heart

Go hard or out my yard

It'll last for all these crazy days

His conscience can take him to his grave

Go hard or out my yard

And by the way i'mma start

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

From the cradle to the grave

Slow and steady wins this race