This is a song about "Box"

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Box car children trying to hide

You gotta make sure you aim right

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Coolest thing to come out the ice box