This is a song about "Raiding yards"

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

But i do take miles, and fuck them yards

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Norm's raiding your cabinets for paxil and penicillin

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

You're not so judge nice for these yards limiting

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger