This is a song about "Cell respiration"

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell

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.