This is a song about "Chemistry lab safety"

Got an independent business mind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

But i’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/