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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in!

Cause i been up in the lab, mixin it like a chemist,

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth

They at the same spot they making no progress