This is a song about "Jail cell"

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well