This is a song about "Lard"

See, where i come from is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

In this graveyard, im still a fat lard,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Or just a fat ass lard

No wonder why when times get hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard