This is a song about "Back in the booth"

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

You know i’m better off without you

Told you i ain't worried, i ain't scared of the booth

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

So i phase out all the walking and i drop it in the booth.

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose