This is a song about "Stem cell research"

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Left to fester in a prison cell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

My brain stem is skewed, so expect cadence imbued with it's arrangement