This is a song about "Parts of a cell"

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

With parts of their body through the mail

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Of atomic particles split into two parts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell