This is a song about "Cell origin"

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

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

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

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

A story to tell about my origin

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle