This is a song about "In the booth"

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Second i get in the booth,

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

Now the passion from the booth comes alive in a rhyme,

I try not to obey them at anytime

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

So when i spit you hear it out the booth