This is a song about "Benefits of genetically engineered plants"

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

Top of my pile of bodies

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Of being of always getting wired

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

No benefits still a nigga had hissy fit

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Why not me the same thing

Feeling, of appealing