This is a song about "Olive garden"

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

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

In the garden guarding my hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Use the salt thats in all of you, make that drink with an olive to

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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