This is a song about "Cell organelles"

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

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

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

This is oh so much like getting votes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

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

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

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

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

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