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

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

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

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine