This is a song about "Burning major music studio whistle"

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

But then i lost access to fl studio

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Hit the club she drop it low

You find me in the studio

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Last year i was unknown but now am major

You know where to find me right up in the studio

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

I am that major legislature

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her