This is a song about "Chillin in the studio"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Im just chillin, confessin my guilt for killin the game

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

I can smell it when i go outside

We turnt up in the studio late night

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Chillin in a cave deep shit nigga is my phrase not just phase

We chillin at the park, smokin blunts, dont give a fuck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

As i'm sealed in this building, i've got a feelin' that chillin' ain't gonna

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the