This is a song about "Cells organels"

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

And you wish your cells were sick like this

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

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

To be worrying about my brain cells now.

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

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

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

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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

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