This is a song about "Box"

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?

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

So i can rip out your voice box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

The cool say i'm thug

Beat box while we team up

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops