This is a song about "Box tops"

Ten years in an aluminum box

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

So i can rip out your voice box,