This is a song about "All cells"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

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

Then we cut, look how she say my name

To love me at all at all

I don’t do nothing but ball

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

We both had dreams of being great

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

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

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

All low life's thinking we are all superstars