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

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

In fact you're as killable as drugged up lab rat,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Blast to fast forward, i'm back in the lab zoning

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

They at the same spot they making no progress

Yo we're goin' back with forth with the flow like red and meth,