This is a song about "Box"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Ten years in an aluminum box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

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

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

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Don't shit in a box anymore,