This is a song about "The cell block tango"

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Every now and then i get the so called "writer block"

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Im the new kid on the block

Red dots cause i’m red hot

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit