This is a song about "Monocots and dicot"

Grab the scissors and saws and

So dunn stay silent

And like to boast and brag

I'm about to snap

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Shit, we don't believe none of them

And get it again and again

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Social conditioning and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

And kill yourself and your clique

I said i got my ass beat

And i'm dizzy and spinning

There'd still be niggas out killing