This is a song about "Box"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

You got to have your game tight

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Don't shit in a box anymore,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box