This is a song about "Faith booth"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

And i got them gold bottles, first place

My heart is where i kept faith

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Strugglin against the elites of faith

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

These are lessons in the booth//

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

To his faith, he said goodbye

For a better world so sure, they made a change in faith

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case