This is a song about "Chilling in the studio"

But then i lost access to fl studio

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

We turnt up in the studio late night

Chilling in full bandos because

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Chilling in my mansion bruce wayne/

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Catch, me chilling wielding the heney like pac on some thug-life shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

You niggas need an upgrade, chilling through the breeze in window shade,

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate