This is a song about "Box"

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

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Killa never let the drama slide

Box car children trying to hide

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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