This is a song about "Yard truck drivers"

Go hard or out my yard

Snitches here don't got no heart

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

Just hide them in your yard

February cold as my heart

Say bye bye to her

Truck fit fuck that hilfiger

No gimmick: real time, real heart

// [you can fence in your yard]

Like a truck i roll on top of them

Marshmallows inside my pen

Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump