This is a song about "Orangelles of a cell"

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You know that love is a very serious thing

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Suffocating in a cell, now skating, hell bound no ice remaining to save me,

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

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well