This is a song about "My garden"

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size

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

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

But you don't have a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Your train of thought on it's crown to burn, brain's #garden #plowed for ferns

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

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

In the garden guarding my hoes

No, no, we are not those

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.