This is a song about "Box"

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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?

You got to have your game tight

Box car children trying to hide

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

And i'm still hurtin over pops