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

Yo we're goin' back with forth with the flow like red and meth,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

Ten more depending on where wale going

Blast to fast forward, i'm back in the lab zoning

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress