This is a song about "Box monkeys"

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Tryin not to feel hative as i sob, lobbin shit at me like fuckin monkeys, damn junkies,

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Too many people around me getting put in a box

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

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

So i can rip out your voice box,

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops