This is a song about "My garden"

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

Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./

My streaks my testament.

Get ya head bust

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/