This is a song about "Box"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

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

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Army stance, ready for war

Don't shit in a box anymore,

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,