This is a song about "Garden knomes"

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

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

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

My talent should take me places i've never been

It's even more beautiful than the garden of eden.

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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