This is a song about "In the booth"

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

I'm only speaking truths, when i'm, up in the booth

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

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

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

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

These are lessons in the booth//

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold