This is a song about "Box and whisker plots"

But instead i got secrets plots and schemes 

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

And i'm not just saying that cause i drank a whole box of wine

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

I wanna cock and shoot, mama plots, thinks i'm knockin' boots,

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I use to box a'lot and hit nigga's with haymakers, then young k started

Put them in a confined box and own him

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion