This is a song about "Lard"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like a small garage in your backyard

No wonder why when times get hard

Or just a fat ass lard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

So rest your weary heart

And by the way i'mma start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

In this graveyard, im still a fat lard,

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

A working genius, a work of art

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart