This is a song about "All types of cells"

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

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

Sweet, okay makes sense

No more prison and cells

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives

The all loving immaculate master of all,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

We're two different types of romance,

He just get her bigger bags

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches