This is a song about "Grave yard days"

But i'm not in the first place

His conscience can take him to his grave

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Just hide them in your yard

From the cradle to the grave

Baby got that super bass

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Snitches here don't got no heart

// [you can fence in your yard]

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

You better dig your grave

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

So i figured i could trust you to stay in the yard