This is a song about "Cell rap"

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

Because then you will awake in a motel, well better yet a cell

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

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel