This is a song about "Muscles cells"

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

I get my paper, y'all just hate

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

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

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

All you wanna do is get that stick

No more prison and cells

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

I don't respect no brain cells unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And you wish your cells were sick like this

They for grossing a bigger business