This is a song about "Back garden"

Went back on the way back back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

I'm marching my people through the garden of eden//

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

You're coming up pretty short, just like a garden gnome

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Makin money back to back

Try to jack and i will attack

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

I feed them. a long time ago i slept in the garden of eden. i yell a

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

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