This is a song about "Eukaryotic cell"

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell