This is a song about "Garden of dabs"

Return of the king of flow

Never break, took a break though

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Out of this coviction of feelings

Out of mind out of sight

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

We leaving ya in the back shed hanging by the neck with the garden hose

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

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

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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