This is a song about "Garden walls"

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

The most ill, more drama than denzel

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Trippin hard as fuck all up and down these walls

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

I'm marching my people through the garden of eden//

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run