This is a song about "Box"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

You just another tool in the tool box

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

And like a boxer im beat her box,

So i can rip out your voice box,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore