This is a song about "Lab"

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

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

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

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

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