This is a song about "Cell organelles"

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

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

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

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Because then you will awake in a motel, well better yet a cell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Left to fester in a prison cell

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

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell