This is a song about "All cells"

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I burnt too many brain cells down,

And kids spend their lives in the cells, and we're best safe,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

But a bullet through you would excel for the movement of cells

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Its all political this vote between us all

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Let em marinate, you forever late

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

To love me at all at all

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

But shit it's all mine, at all times