This is a song about "Plant cell"

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Two white cups and i got that drank

Aint doing time for a plant

All up under the covers day

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,