This is a song about "Go back to the lab tonight"

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

I know you're my fan, go back to the bleachers

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

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

Cuz your guaranteed to go back to sleep by the enda this week

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

Back to lex luger, you are not a crip tonight,

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

I go back to the time when i just chilled,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

You can see with your fans

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps