This is a song about "Break the booth"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

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

Chance is also on my list of rappers that ignite the booth

I verbally turn the booth into the wasteland of a nuke

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

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

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Second i get in the booth,

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos