This is a song about "Cells"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

To be worrying about my brain cells now.

Will somebody please show me how

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

So you can steal to feed yourself and be locked in prison cells,

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

And kids spend their lives in the cells, and we're best safe,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Now a nigga got baking to bake