This is a song about "Left her in the studio"

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But in the end, you left me in the fryer/

When i leave the studio i'm gonna get paid

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Left her outta the limelight

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

You know where to find me right up in the studio