This is a song about "Cells organels"

No more prison and cells

Sweet, okay makes sense

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

And i don't rely on no bitches

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

To be worrying about my brain cells now. (x2)

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

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

To be worrying about my brain cells now.

Will somebody please show me how

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!!!