This is a song about "Cell transport"

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

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Transport back in time into another dimension.

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

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell