This is a song about "Kingz of segui"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Out of this coviction of feelings