This is a song about "More like my backyard"

I feel like an alcoholic, no more gin

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

And focus more on my rhymes.

Rollin' down the four o five

Use my stiletto flows? not the shoes, no, more like the knife.

My lady friends never really be into the life

Like a small garage in your backyard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

No more struggling like a widow

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

More like dick perpetual motion

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

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

"i changed my name to dru pain, so it would sound more like lil wayne,