This is a song about "How cells work"

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

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

You'll never be late for work

They call me say, word

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Teaching you how i work, let's get back to the basics/

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

And gave the coldest smirk

Puttin in work, to much work,

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

And kids spend their lives in the cells, and we're best safe,

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

Gift and a curse, the center of attention