This is a song about "Grave yard"

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

// [you can fence in your yard]

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

// [you can fence in your yard]

From the time that you stole my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

All gotta do is stay in a front yard

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

His conscience can take him to his grave