This is a song about "Plant cell"

Aint doing time for a plant

To reds i ain't know how to act

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

To the same plant, and the same pants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

For us to find our way

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Im like a chemical plant explosion this mic ima wreack havoc