This is a song about "Cell transport"

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Left to fester in a prison cell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

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

But it's over, i'm jetting away to transport to a splendid bliss

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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