This is a song about "Wheelers yard"

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

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

So i figured i could trust you to stay in the yard

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

// [you can fence in your yard]

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Just hide them in your yard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

All gotta do is stay in a front yard

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Every kid in the school yard

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Know give me a head start