This is a song about "Bait boxes"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Thank you for letting me create this masterpiece, shark bait

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

Three lunch boxes a week,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

I really hate people putting dvds back in the wrong boxes,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I put my heart on the line and you took the bait