This is a song about "Boxes"

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

All we need is convienient love

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

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

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

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