This is a song about "Box"

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

You just another tool in the tool box

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

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

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

So i can rip out your voice box,

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