This is a song about "Cell division"

I can handle a murder myself, i do not need a special division

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Slice precision ,listen, i killed my whole division

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Left to fester in a prison cell

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell