This is a song about "All living thing are made up of cells even"

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

You are the prettiest thing i laid my eyes on all my life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

All of my days are spent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

But a bullet through you would excel for the movement of cells

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Made a living and a killing off it

You're very attractive, and notice that

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

And the most fucked up thing of all,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call