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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

So i can rip out your voice box,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Masterbigt, you think your good, get it out of your head,