This is a song about "Ex box"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

So i can rip out your voice box,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

That i will leave earth with her

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Where would i be without my dogs