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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

And focus more on my rhymes.

Just to make it in this broadway lights

No more struggling like a widow

Get rough with me, that night flow

Backyard for the tadpoles, shutters for hating assholes,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more