This is a song about "Sitting in my cell"

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

I'm sitting in this fucking chair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

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

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

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

I'm over sitting in my room, with a sad frown.