This is a song about "Box"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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?

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

So i can rip out your voice box,