This is a song about "Box"

You just another tool in the tool box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Too many people around me getting put in a box

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

Box car children trying to hide

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Don't shit in a box anymore,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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