This is a song about "Putting boxes away"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Its putting a whole weight on my shoulders

We care about is ourselves and, we putting away everyone else on a shelf

I ask mr. west for a lil bit of hope realize us new niggas gotta get it ourself

Three lunch boxes a week,

Redan road, that’s my street

Without even putting anything on his dick,

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Is she putting in her all or what?

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Putting themselves above the rest

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

Their buzz internet and mines in her net