This is a song about "Box"

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

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

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

And like a boxer im beat her box,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops