This is a song about "Yard balanced"

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

No wonder why when times get hard

You want to step on my yard,

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Just hide them in your yard

Our history that they stole, africa

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

All gotta do is stay in a front yard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

February cold as my heart

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Rape a bitch, rampart, im dorner outside the la court yard