This is a song about "Box"

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

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Don't shit in a box anymore,

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

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

Bitch got all them booty shots

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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