This is a song about "Yard balanced"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

So rest your weary heart

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

All gotta do is stay in a front yard

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Go hard or out my yard

Blasting out some backyard

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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