This is a song about "Boxes"

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Three lunch boxes a week,

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody