This is a song about "The cell theory"

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

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

Thats the one im serving,no need for theory hit it end today and it will end this way

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today