This is a song about "Box head shape"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

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?

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?

With the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Once the fumes and hues have dissipated, get situated as it takes shape

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

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

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

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks