This is a song about "Back in the booth"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

So i take it as a blessing when i gets the stepping in the booth

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

And you finished that rap in the booth, it's back to the truth

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

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