This is a song about "Pizza boxes"

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes