This is a song about "Studio nightsd"

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

We turnt up in the studio late night

I make a way for my people to see the light

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

But then i lost access to fl studio

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

The world looking out, they on the front row

You find me in the studio

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp