This is a song about "Dicks in a box"

You in a box and i'm on the other side

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

And like a boxer im beat her box,

The shit that i spit is more

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Too many people around me getting put in a box

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

To give me a listen. but if my shit was in the juke box would anyone pick it?