This is a song about "Cell growth"

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

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

Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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