This is a song about "Plants tropism photosynthesis"

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Yes im talking bout the plants

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I need your love like plants need rain,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

The plants will grow larger and have more ignorance

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand