This is a song about "Human cells"

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Undercover to free the human race,

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Illumined enough above human injustice.

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

And you wish your cells were sick like this

So it's nothing to finish

No more prison and cells

I made it myself

All my other people that dance around

I burnt too many brain cells down,