This is a song about "Cell respiration"

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

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

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

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

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

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Time after time, again and again

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