This is a song about "Trap yard"

I beat rap, they screaming shit rihanna its a trap.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

See, and now life seem hard

You want to step on my yard,