This is a song about "Garden of dabs"

Never did i pedal coke but tony lewis said i'm dope

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

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

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

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

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

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden