This is a song about "Box tops"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

I let you know you dealing with dogs

You just another tool in the tool box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Fuckin' up my gold pots