This is a song about "Cell transport"

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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

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

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

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

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

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

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

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

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell