This is a song about "Sitting in my cell"

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well