This is a song about "Box"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Beat box while we team up

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

And like a boxer im beat her box,

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

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

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