This is a song about "Cell origin"

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

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

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Step back and respect the art's fucking origin