This is a song about "Box"

So i can rip out your voice box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Bitch got all them booty shots

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

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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

I let you know you dealing with dogs