This is a song about "Cell door"

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

I'll be tapping both ways like a salesman goin' door to door,

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

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

Left to fester in a prison cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Fucking hell, where's the door?