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

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

Motivated just from being broke

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth

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

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

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

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick