This is a song about "Brooke booth"

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

These are lessons in the booth//

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Girls say everything that i write smooth

So man up this phantoms about ta kill da booth,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Second i get in the booth,