This is a song about "Auto box"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

And like a boxer im beat her box,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Too many people around me getting put in a box

Box car children trying to hide

That's how we make it right

So i can rip out your voice box,

Fuckin' up my gold pots