This is a song about "Box tops"

You pull up in parking lots

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

So i can rip out your voice box,