This is a song about "Garden"

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

In the garden guarding my hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

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

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

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Your train of thought on it's crown to burn, brain's #garden #plowed for ferns

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Being overshadowed by me is yo eternal fate, its something i can't relate.

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