This is a song about "Booth rap"

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

So i phase out all the walking and i drop it in the booth.

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

And you finished that rap in the booth, it's back to the truth

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

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

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

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose