This is a song about "Functions of cell organelles"

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

It functions so well that i always come back

Grab a pen in clutches, send it to heaven above functions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space