This is a song about "Weed lab"

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

This is the concrete

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that