This is a song about "Functions of cell organelles"

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

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

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

It functions so well that i always come back