This is a song about "Dna and rna"

What do i really need

And kill yourself and your clique

Grab the scissors and saws and

She got me caught up in the moment

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Static kinetic flow, in the dna, it's genetic

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Big homie hov said i am close

These matters, splatters his dna,

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Living young and wild and free

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

And a fridge and some broccoli