This is a song about "Booth"

These are lessons in the booth//

Zero options to choose

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

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

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Now the passion from the booth comes alive in a rhyme,

I try not to obey them at anytime

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

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