This is a song about "Two boxes"

It's really not an issue

Then during the next week or two

So its time for verse two

Wanna spend it all on you

Shawty can i taste you

I just wrote a hook or two.

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I think i got two livers

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Cause they putting us in boxes now i'm breaking us free

Three lunch boxes a week,

Nightmare on any street

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//