This is a song about "Pleasure garden"

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Pleasure is remembered and prized

From the womb, my newborn child

As my work rate beckons to keep on track of pleasure

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

I don't wanna ever forget this pleasure

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

Understand my pleasure treasured by such demands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure