This is a song about "Booth"

Now im up in the booth an they stressin where they goin

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

With women with issues

These are lessons in the booth//

But i know i see better days

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

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

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

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

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

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

So man up this phantoms about ta kill da booth,

A world full of a bunch assholes that spit raw in a booth

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues