This is a song about "Cell structure and function"

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

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

You're uncool like my mother kin

Hit em how do you function?

There is no where you can run your in the cell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

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

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