This is a song about "White blood cells"

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Well, um, there's a but

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Blood stainin black and white tops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

And if i want to go outside

Especially if you are fucking white.