This is a song about "Box lunch"

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Knocked out in the lunch in

I get special attention

And i never ever skipped lunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath