This is a song about "Booth"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Girls say everything that i write smooth