This is a song about "Box and whisker plots"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

And like a boxer im beat her box,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

I let you know you dealing with dogs

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

By evil thoughts and ordeals, plots splotched with poor will

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

The door to the world, and the box to my cock

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace