This is a song about "Cell phones"

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

This is oh so much like getting votes

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

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

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Tactical, my brains cell are individual