This is a song about "Rhubarb"

Your mom's implanted with the baby of a sadastic demon

I'm marching my people through the garden of eden//

Your train of thought on it's crown to burn, brain's #garden #plowed for ferns

That got me here, now i’m platinum, dropping these pearls,

Dial up words but they're not in service

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,