This is a song about "Transpiration in plants"

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

I thought it'd get better but

Stuck in the in the tub,

You can search but you'll never find

In my heart and in my mind

Yes im talking bout the plants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

In every thought, in every word

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*