This is a song about "Box"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

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

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

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

So i can rip out your voice box,

Beat box while we team up

That shit was wack as fuck

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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