This is a song about "Erica booth"

So i take it as a blessing when i gets the stepping in the booth

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

So man up this phantoms about ta kill da booth,

With women with issues

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

One time for the girls with the right shoes

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

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

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

In the booth back to back wednesdays