This is a song about "Plants"

She do it with no hands

Yes im talking bout the plants

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

The plants will grow larger and have more ignorance

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I need your love like plants need rain,