This is a song about "Ex box"

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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?

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box