This is a song about "Lab safety rules in science wheat to do"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

It's that day, excuse to abuse, no rules, lit fuse, fools

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

There's rules to this shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Principal in this bitch i make the rules.

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring