This is a song about "Putting boxes away"

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

Putting cancer in supper and shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Even thought about putting gold in my dentals

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Without even putting anything on his dick,

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears