This is a song about "Box"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

You just another tool in the tool box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

So i can rip out your voice box,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

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