This is a song about "In the booth"

But the same deposition take it every time

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

Make me wanna write my own little song for you