This is a song about "Cell dovision"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

There is no where you can run your in the cell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

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

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell