This is a song about "The design lab"

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

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Nigga watch how i wine and design you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

And im too fucking pussy its another flaw in my design

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

'cause you use in the lab thug, use a pen and pad rug