This is a song about "Pizza boxes"

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

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

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe