This is a song about "Cell theory"

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

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

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

They just need convincing like malcolm little