This is a song about "Jack in the box"

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

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

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

The reality is i don't know jack

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

She always comin back

Your conscious is the key to help you think outside the box your in

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

And sipping the jack they pass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

N' i put him back in the box he was stored within

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box