This is a song about "Box head"

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Beat box while we team up

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

You phonies 'bout to head home in a box 'cuz it's the dead zone,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

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

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

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall