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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

And smoke it while you're cooking meth, it flows with ease,

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke