This is a song about "Break the booth"

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Second i get in the booth,

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

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

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

These are lessons in the booth//

Zero options to choose

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Looking for them better days