This is a song about "Cell structure"

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

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

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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