This is a song about "Grave yard days"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

His conscience can take him to his grave

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

You better dig your grave

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

To liberate yourself, africa

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Elvis start turnin in his grave

We raiders of the lost ark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

All gotta do is stay in a front yard

You shook my world and it felt apart