This is a song about "Home studio"

So beat me to the bone

Yo, once stole a row home

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

You know where to find me right up in the studio

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

And i'ma call it my home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

You find me in the studio