This is a song about "Cell theroy"

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

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

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia