This is a song about "Bacteria cells"

No more prison and cells

If you can't look up at yourself

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

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

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

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

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

And i was born in a body caged in cells to stay afraid of being okay

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

To be worrying about my brain cells now. (x2)