This is a song about "Cell phones"

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Left to fester in a prison cell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Y'all niggas #got #no #lines like a whole line of #cordless #open #phones

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

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

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell