This is a song about "Brooke booth"

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Told you i ain't worried, i ain't scared of the booth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

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

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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