This is a song about "Cell transport"

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

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

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell

But first you must act like a lapel and fit inside a nacelle to escape from this cell

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well