This is a song about "The cell theory"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

As i sweated out the suffer in ma cell lyrics were ma release

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

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

No theory can explain how i love the pain, blood drips like rain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.