This is a song about "Parts of a cell"

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

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

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

You in debt to the game success is expected

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Remember you can't just cut out parts of your life with a knife,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

And other parts of your life have just become obsolete.

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

I don’t care where ya are

And i wanted all parts of her

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

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell