This is a song about "The white box"

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

But really i can't take this shit, fuck, i'm stuck in the box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Rap pad where i take the lines from the open box

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

Now if i can walk through sweltering hot parking lots 'round swarming shots

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

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

You just another tool in the tool box

I let you know you dealing with dogs