This is a song about "John wilkes booth"

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

From a third world country to a star in the booth

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

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

So man up this phantoms about ta kill da booth,