This is a song about "Box and whisker plots"

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

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

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

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

It doesnt seem to be one his plans or plots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Put them in a confined box and own him