This is a song about "Box"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

You just another tool in the tool box

Cause if you run the light

Box car children trying to hide

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Beat box while we team up

I know you're mad, but so what

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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