This is a song about "Richard booth"

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

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

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Put me in a daze and stear fear like richard gere in sphere

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

Now concentrate until you get the juice