This is a song about "Secret garden"

Secret missives to the mrs

That shoebox shit, over with

Secret shame we try to hide

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

In the garden guarding my hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Whispering to her pussy like a secret conversation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Secret handshakes showin the manners of elitist,