This is a song about "Mia booth"

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Second i get in the booth,

Niggas die over shoes

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

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

Use 4g to allocate the last of my coin

Now im up in the booth an they stressin where they goin

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

So man up this phantoms about ta kill da booth,

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

So i phase out all the walking and i drop it in the booth.

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