This is a song about "The box"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

That's pride that rap you just rapped now take that pride put it in the box,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Tossed it and watched it catch then turned the box to ash

I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops