This is a song about "Studio home"

But then i lost access to fl studio

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Simple bar spitting then going home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

They're telling you too go home

Playin with fire is a danger zone

We turnt up in the studio late night

And i like my marijuana bright

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

Nobody is going home

So beat me to the bone

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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