This is a song about "Richard booth"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

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

I'm only speaking truths, when i'm, up in the booth

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

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

This shit's a busy world like the book by richard scarry,

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Second i get in the booth,