This is a song about "Box"

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Where would i be without my dogs

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

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

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

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops