This is a song about "More like my backyard"

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

My product so hot got everyone wantin more

More blood, more pain, plain gain, that's my story/

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Like a soft-more on a water board

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Like a small garage in your backyard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

420 your too funny, good? more like crummy,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

More like a black ass rapist

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

No more struggling like a widow

At this love thing toe to toe