This is a song about "Cells organels"

I don't want no fucking crown

I burnt too many brain cells down,

Will somebody please show me how

To be worrying about my brain cells now.

Uppity bitches, handling business

And you wish your cells were sick like this

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I don't respect no brain cells unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Way too much right here is at stake

Sweet, okay makes sense

No more prison and cells