This is a song about "Plant cell parts"

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Both dreams got different parts

I got these tats all on my arms

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

But two parts each bein half.

Cause you're most likely to crash

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Into literates with their spare parts,

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