This is a song about "Garden walls"

Oldest nation on this earth

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Sometimes i run into walls until my body goes into cardiac arrest

I stand six feet tall when i'm sideways walking on walls

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

And stay focused on the women and you get less done