This is a song about "Beat box"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Ten years in an aluminum box

Or something that you paid for

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Box car children trying to hide

I know your man ain't lovin you right

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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