This is a song about "Garden folk"

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

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Flippin like a kilo/ im dippin like ur ken folk/ ur a hill billy rapper/ im killin this rhyme

Whenever you tired i be right there beside, the pillow talk and confide, make your secrets all mine

To soho, baby milo so dope

'caution when you engage with the common folk

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

In the garden guarding my hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I feed them. a long time ago i slept in the garden of eden. i yell a

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

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