This is a song about "Box chevy"

The glare makes me hard to find

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

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

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

You pull up in parking lots

So i can rip out your voice box,