This is a song about "Raiding yards"

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Norm's raiding your cabinets for paxil and penicillin

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

All on the furniture with no regards

But i do take miles, and fuck them yards

You're not so judge nice for these yards limiting

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker