This is a song about "Back garden"

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

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Makin money back to back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Went back on the way back back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

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

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

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

She was wet off the bat

Everybody sit back