This is a song about "Cell organelles and basketball"

Left to fester in a prison cell

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Basketball is a sport to play and understand have some

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from