This is a song about "Cell door"

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

// [when you walked through the door]

I ain't happy with the score

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Left to fester in a prison cell