This is a song about "Studio gangster"

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

You know where to find me right up in the studio

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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 i'm like a gangster

You gon' tip her