This is a song about "Feeling trapped up in this fucking booth"

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

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

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

That he dont even own

Second i get in the booth,

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

I'm just trapped in this killah cage

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

My mind collapsed in and this music i am trapped in

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

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

So now i just step in the booth, and end up spitting the truth.

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose