This is a song about "Plant cell parts"

Left to fester in a prison cell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Into literates with their spare parts,

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Of atomic particles split into two parts

All on the furniture with no regards