This is a song about "Cells on science"

I made it myself

No more prison and cells

I burnt too many brain cells down,

Then get out your seat and jump around

Just use nounism and that will blow you mind like physical science

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

I got something you've been waiting for

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I con science, an icon to my alliance

I burnt too many brain cells down,

I'mma catch you next time around