This is a song about "Boxes"

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

They want me locked in boxes like it's pacquiao, got beef?

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

I really hate people putting dvds back in the wrong boxes,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that