This is a song about "Cell lysosomes"

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

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

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Got four underneath the old-school as well

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

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

Left to fester in a prison cell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell