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

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

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

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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