This is a song about "A crushed box"

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Put them in a confined box and own him

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

You threatened to use a box of condoms on my mother,

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

You pull up in parking lots

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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