This is a song about "Box tops"

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Blood stainin black and white tops

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

You just another tool in the tool box

I let you know you dealing with dogs