This is a song about "Booth rap"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

So man up this phantoms about ta kill da booth,

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

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

And pray for better days

In the booth back to back wednesdays

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth