This is a song about "Box plots"

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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

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

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

You just another tool in the tool box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box