This is a song about "Ill in the boot"

Going to the boot and knock bucking ya betsy

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

In the back seat, thinking of the plans ill make

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

....its yung cweed in the building...ill maaake a billion then ill cash out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't finna peak yet

Ill stab you in the neck

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth