This is a song about "Garden knomes"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

In the garden guarding my hoes

Got shows on top of shows

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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