This is a song about "Cells organels"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

And you wish your cells were sick like this

So it's nothing to finish

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

No more prison and cells

Sweet, okay makes sense

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