This is a song about "Box tops"

So i can rip out your voice box,

You pull up in parking lots

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

Everything about me tops all of them

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Ten years in an aluminum box

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Hostile flow,ripping pathetic individuals,soon on the tops charts i'll glow

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row