This is a song about "Box"

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

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

Beat box while we team up

So i ain't giving a fuck

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Don't shit in a box anymore,

I ain't happy with the score

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

You just another tool in the tool box

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box