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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

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

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

The rest? twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress