This is a song about "Lab safety"

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

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

I don't believe in a safety, i get a little bit racy

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

But i’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

Concerned for our safety

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

'cause you use in the lab thug, use a pen and pad rug