This is a song about "More like my backyard"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Meaning its more like pot expansion

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

To slaughter a house, cappin peels, starting from the backyard

And focus more on my rhymes.

All the time with this glock of mines

But the more she yell the more i like her y'all

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

More like dick perpetual motion

More like a black ass rapist

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

But it's more like a prison

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision