This is a song about "Lard"

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

In this graveyard, im still a fat lard,

You shook my world and it felt apart

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Or just a fat ass lard

See, where i come from is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start