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

Most of us are check to check, we're living rent to rent,

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

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

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

My defenses are so up, but one thing i don't want

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

And stand up again and try to make some kind of living

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building