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

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love