This is a song about "Studio lovwe"

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

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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,

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

Run through there studio all there proucts are snapping if they want to start

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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