This is a song about "Wrapping a box"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

Ill put u in a box/like you been abusing a child

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Burnin' there, it's so hot, ate up like a snack box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

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

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself