This is a song about "White cell clan"

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

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

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

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

So all the hustling for nothing man

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

I am stronger than your clan even stronger than batman

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Your clan with power and then an instrument,

The club underwater, have em running out the front