This is a song about "Science cells"

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Cause bitch, i'm big business

And you wish your cells were sick like this

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I burnt too many brain cells down,

I know a little betty from downtown

I don't respect no brain cells unless we talkin' that saliva spit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Is it defying the laws of physics and science

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks