This is a song about "Studio"

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

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

When i leave the studio i'm gonna get paid

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I stroll into ya studio behavin all casually

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

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