This is a song about "Photosynthesis respiration"

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Caused a problem in my evolution

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

Anto diss and evolution bar, fucking awesome

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Looking for reception

Class is in session

They at the same spot they making no progress

It's making it hard for me to catch my breath

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

The death of me would be their biggest relief/ because i've

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live