This is a song about "The design lab"

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

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Mama always told me i’d be famous

I hate my design but roll with the love

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

If you got design skills at all, homie holler

If i don't make that man there dance

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

And im too fucking pussy its another flaw in my design

My design so devine

Start whine, my gyal, start whine