This is a song about "Box"

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

I've seen people eaten up, swallowed like a snack box,

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

So i can rip out your voice box,

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

And like a boxer im beat her box,

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

Beat box while we team up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut