This is a song about "Box tops"

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

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

Hostile flow,ripping pathetic individuals,soon on the tops charts i'll glow

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',