This is a song about "Plant cell parts"

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

I'll meet you in the sky

Into literates with their spare parts,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Ima a pig your a plant the words you say i've herbivore

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Both dreams got different parts

I hope you brought new body parts,

All on the furniture with no regards

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant