This is a song about "Cell theory"

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

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

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

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

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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