This is a song about "Garden rules"

Breaking rules are for fools

Niggas die over shoes

Zero options to choose

It was the best of the best rules//

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Now im pissed of abusing the rules

//college rules man, get your education

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Bitch there aint no fucking rules

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

In the garden guarding my hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes