This is a song about "Garden shed"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Seen some shit shed a few tears,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Hungry for a win and i'm unfed, let me shed, this burden

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

He keeps him in the shed,

These jordan 4′s: check

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

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

So many tears that i've shed

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head