This is a song about "Cell divison"

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

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

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

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

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel