This is a song about "Box"

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Box car children trying to hide

I seem to love these whips - a white

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

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

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