This is a song about "Cell parts"

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Into literates with their spare parts,

I hope you brought new body parts,

You haters put up your guards

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well