This is a song about "Muscle cells"

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

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

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

My name is timb aka thomas crown

I burnt too many brain cells down,

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

I'm just like you trying to hustle, no time for gym, hope i don't lose muscle

No more prison and cells

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Of which we lack muscle.

I'm modest, and humble

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

And i was born in a body caged in cells to stay afraid of being okay