This is a song about "Boxed inside a camri"

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I bet i hit it where every rapper get killed, like

You killed me from the inside out, like a parasite.

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Living my life like i'm living right

With a blonde bride, tied the knot inside

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

You try because justin, you lack what makes a man inside/

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Fresher than a item that you find inside a deli,