This is a song about "Boxes"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Cause they putting us in boxes now i'm breaking us free

Three lunch boxes a week,

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

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