This is a song about "Garden gnome"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

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

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

My might belongs to the psycho gnome

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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