This is a song about "Garden folk"

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

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

In the garden guarding my hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

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

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

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

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

Impeccable give it my note

Enough talking bout them other folk

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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