This is a song about "Back in the booth"

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

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

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

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Chance is also on my list of rappers that ignite the booth

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

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime