This is a song about "Garden of eden"

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

The garden of eden is far, it makes me nauseous breathing,

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

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

Moment of clarity,

Off of your melody

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics