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,

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

And it rules everything around them

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell