This is a song about "Box"

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

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

Too many people around me getting put 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?

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

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?

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops