This is a song about "Box"

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Too many people around me getting put in a box

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

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

So i can rip out your voice box,