This is a song about "Cell membrane cilia golgi apparatus mito"

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I'm insane in the membrane / my blessed brain is like a chess game

Insane in the membrane like cyprus i'm righteous,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space