This is a song about "Safety lab"

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

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I don't believe in a safety, i get a little bit racy

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

You never play with young boys cause they never private

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

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

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap