This is a song about "Science lab safety"

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

Motherfuckers been knowin' i'm ill and drop the science,

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Just use nounism and that will blow you mind like physical science

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

And all women who had light features, see

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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