This is a song about "Cell respiration"

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

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

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

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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