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

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

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

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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