This is a song about "Box"

Beat box while we team up

Money i make em buck

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion 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?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Heard the sound of several gun shots

You see i gotta go to war

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Ten years in an aluminum box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks