This is a song about "School yard"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

Iced out, okay cool

But now i'm in high school

Go hard or out my yard

So rest your weary heart

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Every kid in the school yard

You want to step on my yard,

No wonder why when times get hard

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Go hard or out my yard

Blasting out some backyard