This is a song about "The box"

Rap pad where i take the lines from the open box

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

We pray while we prey on competition

N' i put him back in the box he was stored within

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Think out the box i'm not orthodox

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

I stepped outta the box then lit a match

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.