This is a song about "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

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Bitch got all them booty shots

I ain't happy with the score

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Box car children trying to hide

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

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box