This is a song about "Do not eat in the lab"

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Do not delay the time is late,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

The sins just do not quit.

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

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

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,