This is a song about "Merchant of venice"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Ma want me to go find a wife

Of the book of your life

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Beaches of normandy.

Took my heart away from money

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Mines is family over everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing