This is a song about "Garden"

We leaving ya in the back shed hanging by the neck with the garden hose

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

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

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

Being overshadowed by me is yo eternal fate, its something i can't relate.

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

The garden of eden is far, it makes me nauseous breathing,

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

You're coming up pretty short, just like a garden gnome