This is a song about "Box"

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Where would i be without my dogs

So i can rip out your voice box,

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

Box car children trying to hide

Three times cause fate had my side

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

Ten years in an aluminum box

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

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

Too many people around me getting put in a box