This is a song about "Plnts using the words respiration and photosynthisis"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Using words like tapestries woven together in succession

I’m in the air and can’t reach the bridge, before i land imma give ma last words

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

I make 'em take the taste and swallow words like i'm socrates,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Take my words and pass the message:

My mama smoked so god damn much

Reach for the sky, cat's using their agility,

Look it something they can't ever see

And your brain you better be using yours,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Using the only bit of possessions from the looting

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

She says the best words and shes got the perfect curves