This is a song about "All types of cells"

No more prison and cells

I made it myself

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

But it’s hard when they listens to fake types of shit,

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I've been through many different types of pains, while holding on to the

Go! you free to go about your business

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I conquer in all types and ways

And i got them gold bottles, first place