This is a song about "Little box"

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

But you know what

Beat box while we team up

Now move back over here to the right

Box car children trying to hide

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Verse 1: bruno mars still gayer than his juke box.

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

You just another tool in the tool box

Don't shit in a box anymore,

That's why you'll find her on the floor