This is a song about "All cells"

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

Early adapters agree they all late

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

No more prison and cells

There all celebratin'.

Come get some, you little bum

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

All low life's thinking we are all superstars