This is a song about "Max with a tin box and a spoon"

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Or something that you paid for

Put them in a confined box and own him

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

He dont want the diamonds

Two aks and a box of blunts

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

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

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

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