This is a song about "Cell growth"

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

America’s growth requires a new flow to be laid

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

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

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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