This is a song about "Garden international school"

You're coming up pretty short, just like a garden gnome

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Live from the lamont's rose

In the garden guarding my hoes

Middle school was finally done

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Then you look like a fucking fool

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Rapping rule, back to school