This is a song about "Garden of dabs"

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

In the garden guarding my hoes

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

Yo yo, type fast, i dip dabs, having a laugh, taking a blast, of smoke,

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden