This is a song about "Box"

They like talking, its like gossip

Beat box while we team up

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Too many people around me getting put in a box

Box car children trying to hide

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

So i can rip out your voice box,

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops