This is a song about "Box"

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

So i can rip out your voice box,

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Or something that you paid for

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

You just another tool in the tool box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,