This is a song about "Mr booth"

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Aka mr. louisiana.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

So the ones eye has freak don't run

It's like you're my mirror

You be tapping like a mr