This is a song about "Heart shaped box"

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

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

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Where would i be without my 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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Box car children trying to hide

Not only had the fiend died

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots