This is a song about "Studio gangster"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

But then i lost access to fl studio

You find me in the studio

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

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

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?