This is a song about "Cells organelles"

I'm in love with your business

And you wish your cells were sick like this

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

And kids spend their lives in the cells, and we're best safe,

I know a little betty from downtown

I burnt too many brain cells down,

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

And i was born in a body caged in cells to stay afraid of being okay