This is a song about "Richard booth"

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Zero options to choose

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

In the booth back to back wednesdays

Never can i straight face

From a third world country to a star in the booth

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

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

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

With a dumb fuck flexin but he won't leave his booth

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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