This is a song about "Jack in box"

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.