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

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Every kid in the school yard

Go hard or out my yard

They don't hear the bark

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

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

Snitches here don't got no heart

Go hard or out my yard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

In my jordans so i guess im space jammin out your back yard

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale