This is a song about "Back in the booth"

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Women front, they get its cold

Go stupid in the booth and go so rude when i'm writing rhymes,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Only if i'm rapping, my vision in the booth

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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