This is a song about "Life is like a box of chocklets"

It's like my life is a war,

Or something that you paid for

I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

Im falling out of life like a ranger

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Living my life like a journey, everyday is a quest,

Not making any sense cause a box is what they home is..is what i don't like!

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

This life is just a lease of time

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Not making any sense cause a box is what they home is..is what i don't like!

I've seen people eaten up, swallowed like a snack box,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops