This is a song about "Cell theory"

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

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Because then you will awake in a motel, well better yet a cell

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

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

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

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell