This is a song about "Cell transport"

About disaster in the world and

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

True player, cory mo cold as hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle