This is a song about "Box tops"

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Everything about me tops all of them

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that