This is a song about "Under the yard"

Only kids at the time, but our hearts were not under

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Reminnising to the first time my yard got raid,they took my bit of skunk that waas the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

The underdogs that live under the fog

Hope all over again, we can start

// [you can fence in your yard]

Every kid in the school yard

A working genius, a work of art

And hide like a beast under the wood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

From hollywood to the hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

They don't hear the bark

// [you can fence in your yard]