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

Then lost my faith again

And everybody knows their name

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Their future and it's uncertainty,

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,

Keep coming back for more

And then comes their downfall.

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Plant the bomb like petunia

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers