This is a song about "Box"

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

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

Where would i be without my dogs

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

But there's nothing else inside

Box car children trying to hide

Beat box while we team up

A twenty somethin cup

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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