This is a song about "Garden"

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 started a fire now all thats left is the garden

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

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

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

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin