This is a song about "Back in the booth"

So now i just step in the booth, and end up spitting the truth.

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

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

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

Second i get in the booth,

Niggas die over shoes