This is a song about "Box of thoughts"

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

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

No thoughts of consequences with no concsience he

I got thoughts in head you should be afraid of

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces