This is a song about "Box braids"

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

A twenty somethin cup

Beat box while we team up

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

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

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Don't shit in a box anymore,

I also have a cutie to call