This is a song about "Cell mem"

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

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

Left to fester in a prison cell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

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

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,