This is a song about "Cell origin"

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

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

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

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Secret society all we ask is trust

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

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

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell