This is a song about "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?

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Ten years in an aluminum box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

You just another tool in the tool box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

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

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks