This is a song about "Garden of dabs"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

We was high school peers, in junior high

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

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

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

In the garden guarding my hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

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

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga