This is a song about "Cell theroy"

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

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

Left to fester in a prison cell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell