This is a song about "Garden gnome"

My might belongs to the psycho gnome

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

In the garden guarding my hoes

I find gold like a gnome

You left your nigga on his own

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

We leaving ya in the back shed hanging by the neck with the garden hose

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

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars