This is a song about "Plant cell"

I've got so much to say

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Plant the bomb like petunia

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Then some lady named billie holiday

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Left to fester in a prison cell

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

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

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.