Songs with rhymes of yards

I smell puss from fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Big spaces out churr like a hundred yards
I got credit cards

Christmas cards
And snow filled yards

Then stare a thousand yards
If you don't mind I'll mark my own cards

Yo I'm spinning my yards
Get my lines lined up
Smell good for the guards

The station master's shuffling cards
Boxcars are banging in the yards

He gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards,
Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards.

Looking out across suburban yards
To the construct of our days through the thinning of the trees.
Why can I only build a house of cards?

In fluorescent fossil yards
Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs
Freckled hands are shuffling cards

So then I walked in, seen the God shufflin' cards
Spades game, it's goin' down, he lost a couple of yards

Fill all of the navy yards
With hard working security guards

Way on out beyond the factory yards
Up and over the security guards

Born with a marked deck of cards
Every place has a smoker in the yards

I picks up a hundred eighty-eight yards
Sparks, balloons, room, V.I.P. cards

Play with pain and gain a couple of yards
And if you know the deal, you can deal the cards

When I was runnin' in back yards,
While people was playin' cards

Send a pack to Prison yards
I know some inmates fucking guards

All the queen's horses and all the queen's guards
Couldn't put money back in the yards

We would play at separate yards,
And then deep in the same haze,
We met up with faceless guards

Now you're walking 'round the yards
Writin' letters, playin' cards