This is a song about "Garden of dabs"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

I feed them. a long time ago i slept in the garden of eden. i yell a

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Out of this coviction of feelings

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Top of my pile of bodies

As much as i wanna leave

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Return of the king of flow

Of being of always getting wired

Nothing i'mma do is gon work