This is a song about "Grave yard days"

We raiders of the lost ark

Go hard or out my yard

Like a small garage in your backyard

// [you can fence in your yard]

From hollywood to the hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Just hide them in your yard

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

His conscience can take him to his grave

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Elvis start turnin in his grave

It'll last for all these crazy days