This is a song about "Studio gangster"

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

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

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

You know where to find me right up in the studio

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Luxury life, results living bad