This is a song about "Box"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I've seen people eaten up, swallowed like a snack box,