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

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

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

I don't give a shit man, a pee is all you can get man

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

I can find out things about you you'll never know

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

// [you can call out your guards]

Finish line with the tire marks

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