This is a song about "Plant cells"

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

And you wish your cells were sick like this

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And kids spend their lives in the cells, and we're best safe,

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Aint doing time for a plant

To be worrying about my brain cells now. (x2)

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

So you can steal to feed yourself and be locked in prison cells,