This is a song about "Back in the booth"

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

Now im up in the booth an they stressin where they goin

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Now the passion from the booth comes alive in a rhyme,

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Second i get in the booth,

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes