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

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

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

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

The rest? twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab

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

Cause i been up in the lab, mixin it like a chemist,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps