This is a song about "Cum box"

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

It'll last for all these crazy days

So i cum in her face

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Know the shit he doing while writing the cum

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

You just another tool in the tool box

Blood of a man cum laude

I make her cum a lot

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box