This is a song about "My garden"

I could think of a couple positions for you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

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

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

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

I feed them. a long time ago i slept in the garden of eden. i yell a

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

And all that deep shit i was previously down for