This is a song about "Photosynthesis and respira"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

It ain't hard to make money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Naked woman rub my back

And like to boast and brag

And remember what i said and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt