This is a song about "Cell theory"

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

There is no where you can run your in the 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

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel