This is a song about "Box"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

Ten years in an aluminum box

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Heard the sound of several gun shots