This is a song about "Box"

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

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

So i can rip out your voice box,

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Box car children trying to hide

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

And like a boxer im beat her box,

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

I've seen people eaten up, swallowed like a snack box,