This is a song about "Box and whisker plots"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

I wish you could clear off your text box and try it again.

Where would i be without my dogs

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

By evil thoughts and ordeals, plots splotched with poor will

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

And shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

You in a box and i'm on the other side

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

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass