This is a song about "Garden knomes"

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

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

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

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

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

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

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win