This is a song about "Plant cells and their organelles"

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

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

To the same plant, and the same pants

I'm popping rubber bands

Cuz i cant get high off that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

If i could, i'd plant some greens over all their fucking riches

Oh, mama got a visa

Plant the bomb like petunia

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Aint doing time for a plant

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone