This is a song about "Laboratory"

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

Then some lady named billie holiday

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

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Your life was just put to the test

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

I ain't clinical but your minimal syllable bars are not fixable