This is a song about "Cell origin"

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

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

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

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

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Couple months under him something in the oven

A story to tell about my origin

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

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

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

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Trace the origin of the avenger indenture