This is a song about "Cellular respiration"

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

The kings get killed very least overthrown

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing