This is a song about "Parts of a cell"

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

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

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

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

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

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

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