This is a song about "Orangelles of a cell"

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel