This is a song about "Cell structure crossword"

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

And put another half a mil in my bank account

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

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

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

I couldn't follow along because your structure made no sense.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears