This is a song about "Cell rap"

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

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

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Left to fester in a prison cell

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

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