This is a song about "Lab rats"

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Trapping with the hood rats

Know it good when she go no hands

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

These rats can fix my handicap

Where the black girls get their weaves back

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

He just get her bigger bags

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps