This is a song about "Lab rats"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

You can see with your fans

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight