This is a song about "Back garden"

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Went back on the way back back

You got reason to brag

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

He been waiting for his connection to come

The door crack, niggas all black

Can you answer back, answer back

It's even more beautiful than the garden of eden.

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done