This is a song about "Lab rats"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,