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

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

'cause you use in the lab thug, use a pen and pad rug

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Blast to fast forward, i'm back in the lab zoning

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth