This is a song about "Jail cell"

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Ain't recieved any mail

Your father sits in jail

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

There is no where you can run your in the cell

They worked together to get out of the jail,

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

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