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

Well, we are the roses

Then got myself high with

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I refresh myself with water

In a fuss n' cussin up a storm jackin off watchin porn chokin myself with chloroform

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

My might belongs to the psycho gnome

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Declared myself a god

If you had, one shot

Count on myself like a castaway

Get a glass and put chris on, yea