This is a song about "Box"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

So i can rip out your voice box,

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

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

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Ten years in an aluminum box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Too many people around me getting put in a box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots