This is a song about "A muisc box"

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Livin' inside a box, but i make a sick profit,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Army stance, ready for war

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks