This is a song about "Box"

And like a boxer im beat her box,

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

You just another tool in the tool box

Where would i be without my dogs

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Beat box while we team up

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Army stance, ready for war

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops