This is a song about "Ex box"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

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

Where would i be without my dogs

You just another tool in the tool box

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

I don't know what you heard about

Don't shit in a box anymore,

I got soul, there's more in store