This is a song about "Pizza boxes"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

Three lunch boxes a week,

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Cause they putting us in boxes now i'm breaking us free

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody