This is a song about "Music studio"

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

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

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Making dollar bills out of music

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Knowing when its over blastin music

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

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

So get up off that slave ship

...i make beautiful music,