This is a song about "Scientific cells"

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I know a little girly from uptown

I burnt too many brain cells down,

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

And you wish your cells were sick like this

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

No more prison and cells

Cause i can't seem to see myself