This is a song about "Garden of dabs"

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,

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I'm marching my people through the garden of eden//

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Unless you got them dabs maybe then we'll play

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And she would do anything for everything