This is a song about "Grave yard days"

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

Go get the money out the safe

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Blasting out some backyard

Just hide them in your yard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Go hard or out my yard

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

See, where i come from is hard

// [you can fence in your yard]