This is a song about "Red blood cell"

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Kushed up and my eye red

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

But you never come when you period is five days

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space