This is a song about "Red blood cells"

Watch the gore spread more and more, till the blood runs red down ya left leg

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

To be worrying about my brain cells now. (x2)

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Watch your body turn indian red,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!