This is a song about "The cell membrane"

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

I'm insane in the membrane / my blessed brain is like a chess game

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

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

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Dysfunctional membrane, louder jet been, under the radar not seen

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team