This is a song about "Cell divison"

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

So get up, its time to start nation building

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

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

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

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

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

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

My raps affect the darker side like sickle cell anemia,