This is a song about "John booth"

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Told you i ain't worried, i ain't scared of the booth