This is a song about "The cell cycle"

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

All brawn, but no brain, your lyrics insane, how does the cycle of rain,

Repeated the cycle so many times i forgot the trial

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Or else the endless cycle continues and rotates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

But its true who knew the rude dude in blue from cell two

And this cycle will never stop. what the fuck,

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

Y'all know the cycle, i wrote it psycho, lyrics like a loaded rifle,