This is a song about "Cell growth"

But first you must act like a lapel and fit inside a nacelle to escape from this cell

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Left to fester in a prison cell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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

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

Told to leave no stone unturned, what happens if i never get big and discovered

What's worse, an unsociable comedy central roaster burned by a teen during their growth spurt

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Because then you will awake in a motel, well better yet a cell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell