This is a song about "Cell function"

Because my brain doesn't function right.

This is everything that we call hype

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

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

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Some friendly advice-use their energy as urs to function with

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

And you niggas will acknowledge this