This is a song about "Box"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Don't shit in a box anymore,

I ain't happy with the score

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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?

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots