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

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Raps coldest and potent if you noticed the dosage of meth

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight