This is a song about "Box"

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

So i can rip out your voice box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

You pull up in parking lots

And like a boxer im beat her box,

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

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

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

We rock? crack rocks and slap box