This is a song about "Penetrating myself with a garden gnome"

Gimme a chance to pick myself

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

So get them ends hot

Declared myself a god

I found myself a reason

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Pass it down and still remain king,im amazing and they not even grazing us

I told myself i'd live with no regrets even if my life comes to a sudden death.

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life

So if i have to stab myself with a knife