This is a song about "Mia booth"

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Move like i’m walking with an open case

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

So i take it as a blessing when i gets the stepping in the booth

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Niggas die over shoes

Second i get in the booth,

And word i blew off herb i grew

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

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

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose