This is a song about "Russia protects serbia"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

But that was only one time

Some say i'm an apostle, for my wisdom is unmatched in the kingdom makes me the one who's fearsome

And busting it wronghot shots holla back when you get 'emoutlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

No wonder why when times get hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard