This is a song about "Cell memb"

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

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell

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

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

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