This is a song about "Lab rats"

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

These rats can fix my handicap

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

For setting up traps