This is a song about "Grave yard days"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start

Looking for them better days

Elvis start turnin in his grave

A working genius, a work of art

// [you can fence in your yard]

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Go hard or out my yard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

His conscience can take him to his grave

Driving my car to a foreign place