This is a song about "Cell cycle process"

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

It's a meaningless cycle of despair

And got her room number, you can find me there

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

My learning word process is still being continued

Concepts keep you listenin, wishin that you could process

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

To make karma come faster than she normally will