This is a song about "Boxes"

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

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

Feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Three lunch boxes a week,

But i'm not worried

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//