This is a song about "Pleasure garden"

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Understand my pleasure treasured by such demands

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

A little more if you spreading, pressure is pleasure

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

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

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

I know i wouldn't survive if it wasn't for the pleasure

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together