This is a song about "Box"

I ain't happy with the score

Don't shit in a box anymore,

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?

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

So i can rip out your voice box,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Too many people around me getting put in a box

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

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?