This is a song about "Cell transport"

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Left to fester in a prison cell

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Transport back in time into another dimension.

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