This is a song about "Stratified squamous cells"

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

They fasting they won't leave me ate

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

And i was born in a body caged in cells to stay afraid of being okay

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Cuz i cant get high off that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is

Never will i ever utter never to myself

So you can steal to feed yourself and be locked in prison cells,

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick