This is a song about "Cell cyle"

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

My raps affect the darker side like sickle cell anemia,

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

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

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra