This is a song about "Hot box"

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Where would i be without my dogs

Ten years in an aluminum box

You pull up in parking lots

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props