This is a song about "Box"

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

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

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

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,