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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

Fly as ricky steam boat

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in!

Raps coldest and potent if you noticed the dosage of meth

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.