This is a song about "Cell lysosomes"

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

Time after time, again and again

Left to fester in a prison cell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

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,

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

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

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

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

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell