This is a song about "Straight outta the booth"

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Use 4g to allocate the last of my coin

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

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

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,