This is a song about "A falcon with a box on its head"

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

A falcon who'll get her taloned claw caught up in/

With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang!)

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

A woman by his side with a bullet in her head

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Batting my head with a rolling pin

First off congratulations on the win

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in