This is a song about "Fire in the booth"

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Go stupid in the booth and go so rude when i'm writing rhymes,

I breathe in the fire

You know...you know who you are

Only if i'm rapping, my vision in the booth

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

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

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Yeah hail mary full of grace

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

From a third world country to a star in the booth