This is a song about "Garden international school"

I want to fight the music on this one

Middle school was finally done

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Race is international my father isn't actual

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

I guess she couldn't answer cause i can't call international

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

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

To my makers international

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

And even your friends at school.

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

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