This is a song about "Cell memb"

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

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model