This is a song about "Box"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

So i can rip out your voice box,

Where would i be without my dogs

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

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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