This is a song about "Cell respiration"

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Left to fester in a prison cell

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

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

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

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

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

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

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave