This is a song about "Home studio"

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

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

Runnin home invasions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

You find me in the studio

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]

When i leave the studio i'm gonna get paid

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

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

We turnt up in the studio late night

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I got a studio for christmas, best wishes, im breaking rhymes like a