This is a song about "Dick box"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You just another tool in the tool box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Ten years in an aluminum box