This is a song about "Cell organelles and basketball"

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

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

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Going on my own to play some basketball

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.