This is a song about "Ribosome"

Here i go again, falling in love again

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

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

He can always transfer for my suffer to they other side,

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I'm a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict traits

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

But what happens when god's messenger doesn't practice what he preach