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

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

You phonies 'bout to head home in a box 'cuz it's the dead zone,

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks