This is a song about "Boom box"

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

So i can rip out your voice box,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

With every boom boom clap in it

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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?