This is a song about "Dexter s lab"

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess