This is a song about "Grave yard days"

His conscience can take him to his grave

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

// [you can fence in your yard]

Rape a bitch, rampart, im dorner outside the la court yard

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

But i'm not in the first place

From the cradle to the grave

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Go hard or out my yard

Swear they go hard