This is a song about "Music studio"

Foolish, i be on that new shit

You make elevator music

Got the passion for the music

Then play you all my latest shit

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

When i leave the studio i'm gonna get paid

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

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

Hard to make it in music/

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I stroll into ya studio behavin all casually

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Run through there studio all there proucts are snapping if they want to start