This is a song about "Box"

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

You just another tool in the tool box

You pull up in parking lots

Ten years in an aluminum box

I said i don’t give a fuck

Beat box while we team up

Don't shit in a box anymore,

That's just the beginning of war

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box