This is a song about "Cell dovision"

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

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

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

I wish i’ll never see you again

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

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

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

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

True player, cory mo cold as hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

And since my cell division i had to make a critical