This is a song about "Brooke booth"

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

With a dumb fuck flexin but he won't leave his booth

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

In the booth back to back wednesdays

But i'm not in the first place