This is a song about "Cell theory"

But first you must act like a lapel and fit inside a nacelle to escape from this cell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

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

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

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

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

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Left to fester in a prison cell