This is a song about "Pizza boxes"

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I really hate people putting dvds back in the wrong boxes,

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

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

And i could see you coming home after work late

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

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

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times