This is a song about "Cell organelles and basketball"

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

‘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

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

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will