This is a song about "Muscle cells"

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Way to much right here is at stake

I don't want no fucking crown

I burnt too many brain cells down,

Ain't nothing here minimal

I then gained a little muscle

I'm modest, and humble

Of which we lack muscle.

They ain't got no muscle you would think they was weightless.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

If you can't look up at yourself

No more prison and cells

Or know them testament verses

And you wish your cells were sick like this