This is a song about "Box"

Where would i be without my dogs

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box