This is a song about "Fart box"

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

'cause she #lost #breath by how my creepy fart smelled...

I'll use you to whipe a wet fart so your playin your part

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

So i can rip out your voice box,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Box car children trying to hide

I plead with em, the system ain't right