This is a song about "Eat the garden"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

The poor, we starve in the streets, it makes it harder to eat,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Just do it tonight before it's too late, ignore the whole world but don't hate

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?

We never can eat on the carpet

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip