This is a song about "Wheelers yard more like my backyard"

To slaughter a house, cappin peels, starting from the backyard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

My connections widespread, got men scotland yard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Blasting out some backyard

// [you can fence in your yard]

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through.

To liberate yourself, africa

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Like a small garage in your backyard

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed