This is a song about "Ill in the boot"

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Going to the boot and knock bucking ya betsy

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

I go hard in the paint ill dunk on you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Im carving the cavity in mcs that manfully stand to me, but ill beat them up

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

And for the rest, ill let you guess, the king will remain in rein/

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again