This is a song about "Hit the studio"

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

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

Go on girl , hit the ground

No reason to be around

You find me in the studio

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Hit the spliff smoke that blunt

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I spent every chance i had in the studio recording like an addict

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Pass the blunt, i need another hit