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"

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

No roots to hold it, dropped his last tooth and lost it. shit...

The plants will grow larger and have more ignorance

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

And it left him relieved as he rolled a new leaf

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing