This is a song about "Science cells"

Sweet, okay makes sense

No more prison and cells

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Motherfuckers been knowin' i'm ill and drop the science,

Cause they can test animals for science

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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