This is a song about "Plant cell"

If you feel it, it must be real just

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

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

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Left to fester in a prison cell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I want to feel her in every way

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may