This is a song about "Cells and mitosis"

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

And you wish your cells were sick like this

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I don't respect no brain cells unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron