This is a song about "Studio nightsd"

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

We turnt up in the studio late night

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

When i leave the studio i'm gonna get paid

I got a studio for christmas, best wishes, im breaking rhymes like a

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

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

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

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