This is a song about "Plant cell parts"

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

Aint doing time for a plant

She do it with no hands

To the same plant, and the same pants

There is no where you can run your in the cell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

All on the furniture with no regards

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

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

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Left to fester in a prison cell