This is a song about "Box of plenty"

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

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

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Ritualistic and plenty hard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

With plenty of money and women

Cold, my style making my nose run

Plenty of space to park

See, and now life seem hard

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

You threatened to use a box of condoms on my mother,

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last