This is a song about "Box"

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

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

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

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

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Which you know i'm different, right

Box car children trying to hide