This is a song about "Box"

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

And i'm still hurtin over pops

So i can rip out your voice box,

Fuckin' up my gold pots

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops