This is a song about "Box"

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

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

I’ll be back on the same night

Box car children trying to hide

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Ten years in an aluminum box

Where would i be without my dogs

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

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

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