This is a song about "Cell structure"

Everybody put three fingers in the air

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

True player, cory mo cold as hell

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

But he's small and got a structure

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

The optimistic, pro on the lottery

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

There is no where you can run your in the cell

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