This is a song about "A box"

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Two aks and a box of blunts

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box