This is a song about "Plants"

Yes im talking bout the plants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I need your love like plants need rain,

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

The plants will grow larger and have more ignorance

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips