This is a song about "Cell memb"

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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

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

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

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

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

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