This is a song about "Box of thoughts"

And her smile lit up the room

Thoughts of last night, but it's well past noon

I've become immune to you no name haters

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

While i'm expressing thoughts of hip-hop from my golden dome,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Now if i can walk through sweltering hot parking lots 'round swarming shots

I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,

The flow's cold as a shoulder

Thoughts of bloody murder.

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Tell that stupid box of circuits to go take a hike

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal