This is a song about "Cell processes"

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

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

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Left to fester in a prison cell

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

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Fuck you if you feelin' different