This is a song about "Chillin in the studio"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I be chillin' and i'm spillin' when i'm hittin' the do', marijuana blazer, yo

We turnt up in the studio late night

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//