This is a song about "Lab safety"

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

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

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack