This is a song about "Recording"

27. wake up in the morning and get to recording,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

Bitch i love recording and feeling important

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

//fuckin echoy bullshit in the recording i give up lol

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

I'm recording a rap that is hateful just me being angry and just going ham.

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,