This is a song about "Orangelles of a cell"

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

But i should really be in a jail cell with a straight jacket

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

But first you must act like a lapel and fit inside a nacelle to escape from this cell