This is a song about "Cell structure"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

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

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Its an adventure for money structure that's a bit better

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her