This is a song about "Box and whisker plots"

Tossed it and watched it catch then turned the box to ash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

And then the box plays my favorite b.o.b. song,

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

And jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots/

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Yo i'm blowing up and album's platinum box office,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box