This is a song about "Studio time"

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

Time to prepare to do fed time

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

It's refrigeration time

It's waking time, time to drop

I know you just doing your job

Your time is up, your time is due,

Watching for the cops that's moving through

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

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