This is a song about "Cell stucture"

Left to fester in a prison cell

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

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

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

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

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

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

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones