This is a song about "Primary growth secondary growth leaf and cuticle guard cell and stoma stem roots and leaves woody and no woodsy plants"

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

I'm scatter brained and frazzled deep, shaking like a leaf

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

I got pissed one day and threw piss on a guard,