This is a song about "Lard drinking lean"

February cold as my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Drinking alcohol until, i pass out

I've got nothin' to worry about

Hope all over again, we can start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See, and now life seem hard

Or just a fat ass lard

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Don't want to be the king

Damn she even started drinking

Catch me with cup full of lean

Then keep your change like an oink machine