This is a song about "Yard"

Every kid in the school yard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

They don't hear my bark

Go hard or out my yard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

All gotta do is stay in a front yard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark