This is a song about "Cells"

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Way too much right here is at stake

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

And i was born in a body caged in cells to stay afraid of being okay

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

But a bullet through you would excel for the movement of cells

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

No more prison and cells

Will somebody please show me how

To be worrying about my brain cells now.