This is a song about "Cell lysosomes"

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

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

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

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

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