This is a song about "Front garden"

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

The garden of eden is far, it makes me nauseous breathing,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Look, baby doll, don't lie or front

If you ever feel alone and

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

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep