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,

So i can rip out your voice box,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

And like a boxer im beat her box,

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Don't shit in a box anymore,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

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