This is a song about "Science lab safety"

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

The world once had giants, but something science cant prove

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real