This is a song about "Over the garden wall"

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

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

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Written in blood on the wall

I also have a cutie to call

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall