This is a song about "Dick box"

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

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

You just another tool in the tool box

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

So i can rip out your voice box,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Sadden to see this box office hit

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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