This is a song about "Box plots"

And she throws up whatever she eats

But instead i got secrets plots and schemes 

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

I wanna cock and shoot, mama plots, thinks i'm knockin' boots,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

It doesnt seem to be one his plans or plots

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box