This is a song about "Transpiration in plants"

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

In his knapsack and drifted in delight.

Its in operation

Got me rushed to the station

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I say that keeps me going

Knocked out in the lunch in