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

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

Been running around trying find a job

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

Four on a good day, but this morning i missed a cab

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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