This is a song about "Back in the booth"

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

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

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

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

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

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

These are lessons in the booth//

When they hear me rocking the groove

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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