This is a song about "Box"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks