This is a song about "Box"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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?

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

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

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

I let you know you dealing with dogs

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,