This is a song about "How cells work"

I'm only 15, how the fuck i make this life work.

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

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

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

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

And you wish your cells were sick like this

The emergency room, gettin stitches

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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