This is a song about "Garden of dabs"

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Return of the king of flow

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Of being of always getting wired

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high