This is a song about "Pizza boxes"

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

And now it's clear as this promise

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

They want me locked in boxes like it's pacquiao, got beef?

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra