This is a song about "School yard"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

And even your friends at school.

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

February cold as my heart

You want to step on my yard,

Know give me a head start

Snitches here don't got no heart

Go hard or out my yard

But now i'm in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

While we going through the school

That's the sound of my tool