This is a song about "The cell cycle"

There is no where you can run your in the cell

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

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

Repeated the cycle so many times i forgot the trial

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

And wait till the next day for the cycle to repeat.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

My raps affect the darker side like sickle cell anemia,

Or else the endless cycle continues and rotates

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

The sinful spirits of mine'll start the cycle again/

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them