This is a song about "Box"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a 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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,