This is a song about "Cells and mitosis"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Knees dug deep into the pavement

And remember what i said and

Grab the scissors and saws and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

So you can steal to feed yourself and be locked in prison cells,

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this