This is a song about "Parts of a cell"

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

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

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

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Left to fester in a prison cell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

I was at the xxl just trying to excel