This is a song about "Photosynthesis and respiration"

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Redan road, that’s my street

And kill yourself and your clique

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Hoes row got beans in them

And nasty remains and bones

And we crazy, homes

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I be gettin' money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts