This is a song about "Cell cyle"

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

But first you must act like a lapel and fit inside a nacelle to escape from this cell

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell