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

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

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

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

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

I fucking hate this job

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth