This is a song about "Cooking in the meth lab"

Raps coldest and potent if you noticed the dosage of meth

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized

'cause you use in the lab thug, use a pen and pad rug

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Killa never let the drama slide

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells