This is a song about "Weed lab"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

From the back seat, back seat

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

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

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And all she wants is to dance

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say