This is a song about "Cell phone"

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Out at night mama hit my phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell