This is a song about "Studio love"

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

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

Wood chain with a jesus

I really tried to show love

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

With those crazy ass people at the county building

She's every love song that i love singing

I stroll into ya studio behavin all casually

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I spent every chance i had in the studio recording like an addict

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Or now they don't praise enough