This is a song about "Blood cells"

To be worrying about my brain cells now. (x2)

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Rhymes flow through me like blood

And maybe i am but

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Cuz i cant get high off that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is

Everytime you come around

Theres blood all over the ground

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

They think they bring that pain

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

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

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