This is a song about "Cell"

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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

There is no where you can run your in the cell

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

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

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Put expressions in their music and create the face