This is a song about "Cells organels"

Will somebody please show me how

To be worrying about my brain cells now.

All dem niggas gonna hate

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

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

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