This is a song about "Box and whisker plots"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

I know that love it could begin

Put them in a confined box and own him

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots/

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Where would i be without my dogs

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

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

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

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

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status