This is a song about "Plant cell"

Im like a chemical plant explosion this mic ima wreack havoc

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

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

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

To the same plant, and the same pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands