This is a song about "Music studio"

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Set up my own home studio

Music is money, money isn't music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

You be on that stalker shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

But then i lost access to fl studio

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

...i make beautiful music,

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

I make elevating music, you make elevator music