This is a song about "Get out of your box man you know you can"

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

Jill you didn't need to help this jokester out with your happy box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

Better than college, after that, students home

Tick tock, the day i tell a lie you can put me in a box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

Jill you didn't need to help this jokester out with your happy box

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots