This is a song about "Boggle"

So i conceived a scheme/and retrieved the keys/inside my mind and sealed it shut.

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/

Some may confuse my happiness with negative traits.