This is a song about "Wheelers yard"

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

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like a small garage in your backyard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Blasting out some backyard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

I ran over to the neighbors yard to ask them if they saw you

Go hard or out my yard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

You want to step on my yard,

From the time that you stole my heart