This is a song about "Cell parts"

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Its four now, the clubs over

And i wanted all parts of her

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Hold my tears i tried my best

And she wanted the parts of my friend

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And she wanted no parts of me