This is a song about "Cell rap"

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

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

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

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

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

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle