This is a song about "Cell walls"

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

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

There is no where you can run your in the cell