This is a song about "Cell lysosomes"

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

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

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

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

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Left to fester in a prison cell

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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