This is a song about "Pizza boxes"

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

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

Feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

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

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

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

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

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