This is a song about "Plant cell parts"

I got these tats all on my arms

Both dreams got different parts

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

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

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Plant the bomb like petunia

They can not pause like right one sega

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Aint doing time for a plant

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards