This is a song about "Box plots"

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Niggas is working forever my bars

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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?

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,