This is a song about "Garden of dabs"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

In the garden guarding my hoes

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

We magnetizing the ghetto

Return of the king of flow