This is a song about "Two boxes"

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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

Actually he has got two

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Then during the next week or two

That means two, between me and you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I think i got two livers

Know just what your worth

Three lunch boxes a week,

The revolution will proceed

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,