This is a song about "Fire in the booth"

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

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

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

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

And you finished that rap in the booth, it's back to the truth

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth