This is a song about "Box chevy"

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

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

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

So i can rip out your voice box,