This is a song about "Booth"

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

Cause i'm a baller all y'all niggas do is block the hoop

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

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

From a third world country to a star in the booth

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

Zero options to choose

Second i get in the booth,