This is a song about "Plant rights"

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant

I'll get to em when i land

Aint doing time for a plant

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Do this shit blowin up like a nuclear war plant

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Another round what the song say

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

But hey yo look, money from across the street