This is a song about "John wilkes booth"

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

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

From a third world country to a star in the booth

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

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

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

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth