This is a song about "Cell growth"

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

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

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

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

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

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

America’s growth requires a new flow to be laid

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell