This is a song about "Cell walls"

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

Banging bitches on my walls

Alcohol and booty calls

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Shots, they back and forth

Like poop smeared on the walls