This is a song about "Boom box"

Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

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

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

I go boom loud like a siren

All the girls really want is fun

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Boom! your computer just exploded