This is a song about "Studio heart"

Set up my own home studio

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Know give me a head start

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,