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

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

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

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit