This is a song about "Cell"

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

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

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

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

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Left to fester in a prison cell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned