Hot Box
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Oh yeah
DJ Drama

I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I'm still going, gangster
I sit back and recline, and inhale (and inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (you can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's

Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like I stepped in some shit
Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip
J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted
I'm finna hit the zip lick for Ziploc bags, so keep your lip zipped
Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be high off it in a minute, and that's a good bag
I got it from my Cali plug and she's a dentist
Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it
No look pass, that's too gassy, sulfuric acid
Girl you nasty, now the lips of this spliff is, like, wet as shit from your lipstick
You could just have it, but you still gotta fatty
Still managing to come up with the magic in the true fashion
J.I.D Milly Rockin' through the madness (madness)
Silly cockroaches don't forget the Glock is closer to me
So when you approach him or greet him do it with kosher (kosher)
We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up
Stay away from them niggas tryna sneak Cosby in your cup
Told you one time, I ain't gon' do molly with you, but
You so fine, I'd try and do some molly off your butt
I ain't tryna sabatoge your killer vibe, I made a joke
So I can hide what it is I really feel inside
But in your mind, I be wildin' in them high
Out of my mind

M-E-T-H
Yeah, look
Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up
My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough
They bad, but that ain't good enough
They mad 'cause they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up
Taraji out in line, giving cookies a plug in my supply
Need a jumper cable, why?
Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (lie)
Who won't shush me up, I heard he got that fire
Gon' kush me up, I'm gone
Push me up, mister how high, that I can kiss the sky
Gon' look me up
She pushing up her bra, like cookies looking cushy in the jaw
Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow
See police be tryna book me 'cause they put me in Segal
You's a rookie, I'ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car
I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed
'Cause you see his THC is not correct, I think he should not collect
Not upset, I ain't trippin', what, he pitchin' out his best
Should be glad my hand is gripped around his spliff and not his neck, yes
This not a bogie, you already know the smell
Not that codeine, I heard that lean is deadly for your health
If you know me, then know that I already got some L's
Smoke some OG, so you can smoke that reggie by yourself

Ha, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I sit back and recline, and inhale (and inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (you can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's (face L's)

Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail (I set sail)
J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out (best out)
They studying the methods, tell them 'pass the sesh now'
I'm a walking legend walking with my chest out (my chest out)
Please babe don't you push me 'cause I'm off the X, yo
My silence got 'em politicin' with them hedged outs
You hooked up on my findings, I'm hooked on this Kim, though
I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald
Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back spasmin'
Chain too heavy, it's giving me back spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all pessim'
I rides the beat until it have a bargasm, pregnant pause
Bitch I might shoot the club up
I'm way too raw, I'm going in without a rubber
I'm smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell
While I hold this Mac-11 screaming "fuck twelve"

I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I sit back and recline, and inhale (and inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (you can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's (face L's)
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help
I sit back and recline, and inhale
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's

Right up




That's what you call generations, and generation now
Know that, J.I.D

Overall Meaning

In "Hot Box," JID, Method Man, and Joey Bada$$ talk about being trapped in their own minds, needing help, and trying to escape through smoking weed. The chorus repeats the lines "I'm trapped in my mind, I need help / I sit back and recline, and inhale / Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell / When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's," which convey the idea of using weed as a means of escape from their problems. The verses complement this message, with JID rapping about rolling joints and smoking with a girl, Method Man detailing his experiences with drugs and police, and Joey Bada$$ discussing his prowess as a rapper.


JID's verse begins with him stepping into the room in a confident and playful manner. He describes himself as being lifted and enjoying the feeling of smoking weed. He also mentions rolling his joint quickly and skillfully and receiving it from a woman who works as a dentist. JID ends his verse by warning people to avoid those who may try to drug them with things like Cosby in their drink, referring to the Bill Cosby scandal.


Method Man's verse touches on his fame and wealth as a rapper, mentioning that his "cup runneth over." He also discusses his troubles with his supplier and issues related to drugs and police. Method Man emphasizes his authority in the rap game and his ability to get high levels of THC. He ends his verse by mocking his opposition and their inability to stand up to him.


Joey Bada$$'s verse dials up the intensity and the vulgarity, with lines like "I might shoot the club up / I'm way too raw, I'm going in without a rubber." He raps about smoking weed and the difference between the quality of his and others' product. Joey Bada$$ also boasts about his rapping skills and warns others not to underestimate him.


Overall, "Hot Box" praises smoking weed as a form of escape and relaxation while also showcasing the different styles and skills of the three rappers.




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Written by: Destin Route, Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, Clifford Smith

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@HHSHv6

Oh yeah
DJ Drama
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I'm still going, gangster
I sit back and recline, and inhale (and inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (you can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like I stepped in some shit
Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip
J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted
I'm finna hit the zip lick for Ziploc bags, so keep your lip zipped
Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be high off it in a minute, and that's a good bag
I got it from my Cali plug and she's a dentist
Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it
No look pass, that's too gassy, sulfuric acid
Girl you nasty, now the lips of this spliff is, like, wet as shit from your lipstick
You could just have it, but you still gotta fatty
Still managing to come up with the magic in the true fashion
J.I.D Milly Rockin' through the madness (madness)
Silly cockroaches don't forget the Glock is closer to me
So when you approach him or greet him do it with kosher (kosher)
We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up
Stay away from them niggas tryna sneak Cosby in your cup
Told you one time, I ain't gon' do molly with you, but
You so fine, I'd try and do some molly off your butt
I ain't tryna sabatoge your killer vibe, I made a joke
So I can hide what it is I really feel inside
But in your mind, I be wildin' in them high
Out of my mind
M-E-T-H
Yeah, look
Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up
My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough
They bad, but that ain't good enough
They mad 'cause they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up
Taraji out in line, giving cookies a plug in my supply
Need a jumper cable, why?
Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (lie)
Who won't shush me up, I heard he got that fire
Gon' kush me up, I'm gone
Push me up, mister how high, that I can kiss the sky
Gon' look me up
She pushing up her bra, like cookies looking cushy in the jaw
Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow
See police be tryna book me 'cause they put me in Segal
You's a rookie, I'ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car
I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed
'Cause you see his THC is not correct, I think he should not collect
Not upset, I ain't trippin', what, he pitchin' out his best
Should be glad my hand is gripped around his spliff and not his neck, yes
This not a bogie, you already know the smell
Not that codeine, I heard that lean is deadly for your health
If you know me, then know that I already got some L's
Smoke some OG, so you can smoke that reggie by yourself
Ha, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I sit back and recline, and inhale (and inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (you can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's (face L's)
Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail (I set sail)
J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out (best out)
They studying the methods, tell them 'pass the sesh now'
I'm a walking legend walking with my chest out (my chest out)
Please babe don't you push me 'cause I'm off the X, yo
My silence got 'em politicin' with them hedged outs
You hooked up on my findings, I'm hooked on this Kim, though
I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald
Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back spasmin'
Chain too heavy, it's giving me back spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all pessim'
I rides the beat until it have a bargasm, pregnant pause
Bitch I might shoot the club up
I'm way too raw, I'm going in without a rubber
I'm smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell
While I hold this Mac-11 screaming "fuck twelve"
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I sit back and recline, and inhale (and inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (you can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's (face L's)
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help
I sit back and recline, and inhale
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
Right up
That's what you call generations, and generation now
Know that, J.I.D



All comments from YouTube:

@deathsdrive174

Man, Method Man is gonna blow up. Best of the new school. He's got serious Wu-Tang vibes

@rampage_360bobamusicandoth4

Yeah dude, hes better than like the other guy

@deathsdrive174

@Rampage_360Boba Music and other Procedure Person. Yeah, he's way better than him.

@deezy2439

Bruh Method Man is part of Wu Tang right? Correct me if I’m wrong

@HokiHumby

+diego aguilar sarcasm / satire bud. Meth is most definitely of the wu tang

@ilander1908

Method man is a OG lol he’s been around for a long time, he made collabs with Biggie, Mobb Deep and Nas

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@granpeeps1665

This album is a classic. Bangers off rip and all throughout. The crazy thing is I never heard of JID before today. His lyrics and delivery are no joke

@zethl2035

You know everyone killed it when they can put Method Man as the middle verse.

@seekerundue

Seth Loovis everyone killed it but Meth stoll had the best verse. Joey was a close 2nd ngl.

@DaveKovalComedy

Jay Electronica still regretting going after Kendrick

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