This is a song about "Lab"

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

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

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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