This is a song about "Garden walls"

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

Never wrong at any level

Hating my macking, they asking

When the walls came crashing

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

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

I'll have shit spraying through the walls.

Alcohol and booty calls

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

It's even more beautiful than the garden of eden.

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden