This is a song about "Cell replication"

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

But first you must act like a lapel and fit inside a nacelle to escape from this cell

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

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

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

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones