This is a song about "Gem box"

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

They just don't give a fuck

Beat box while we team up

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

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I've seen people eaten up, swallowed like a snack box,

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

They both together is nothing less than a gem..

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again