This is a song about "Lab"

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Cause i been up in the lab, mixin it like a chemist,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here