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

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

And smoke it while you're cooking meth, it flows with ease,

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list